At 21, I graduated from the Detroit Police Academy with my father’s badge on my chest and my mother’s stripes in my pocket. That night, I walked into my first midnight shift — unaware of how deeply the job would shape me.
Seventeen years later, I carry scars you can’t see, but also lessons: that true strength is compassion, and behind every badge is a human being who still hopes for something better.
We can’t fight hate with hate. We either become part of the solution — or part of the problem.
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